My Mist Ache

Eye have a spell in chequer
It came with my pea see.
It plainly marks four my revue, miss steaks eye can knot sea.

Eye strike a quay and tie pa word and weight for it to say
Weather eye yam wrong oar write.
It shows me strait a weigh

As soon as a mist ache is maid.
It nose bee fore two long and eye can put the air oar rite.
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased to no.
Its let her perfect awl the way.
My check her told me sew.